Monday Morning Stream of Consciousness.

I really need to get my home computer up and working. My helplessness there is now frustrating me. I need to seek out a permanent solution to that problem. I can't believe that it's been 4 months since I was able to log into City of Heroes. I miss it. I miss playing my hero character. I miss flying through city canyons.
Add to that, I have this lovely little office set up and absolutely no use for it. Until a computer is installed in there, it's still an unused closet.

What an unusual weekend. Sometimes, you deviate from your own plan and surrender the course of how an evening will progress to someone else's whims and you end up at a different place and time than you thought you'd be in.
Sometimes it's good.
Sometimes it's bad.
Sometimes, it's scary.
Sometimes, it's pleasurable.
For me, that place was the Dunkin' Donuts at the corner of Montrose and Clark at 10Am on Sunday morning. Wearing my costume from the burlesque show the night before(albeit disassembled a bit to not LOOK like a costume), tired, hungry, hungover, still drunk, I wolfed down a breakfast sandwich, waited for the bus and drank fresh orange juice that was still frozen. So, I had an orange juice slushy, basically.
The pretty girls at the table next to me (What are THEY doing up, this early, at this place?) asked to use my cellphone and placed three local calls, from phone numbers hastily written on a sheet of notebook paper. No answers at two of the numbers and the person at the third number hung up on them as soon as they established who they were. I think they were lost. I think they were trying to get home. I think that they were tired. They were very young.
Later, when I finally got home and was kicking off my boots for a much-needed rest, the second phone number called back for the girls. I put the call through to voicemail, but I guess it was urgent, because he called right back. I answered and this guy (I never got his name) and I hashed out the situation. No, I didn't know these girls. No, I had no idea where they were going. We were all in a Dunkin' Donuts, way too early and they asked to use my phone. No, I didn't know where they were going. They didn't say. At the corner of Montrose and Clark. Goodbye.
And WHAM, I was asleep for the next 2 and a half hours.
I think that our afternoon visitor thought that I was avoiding her. I don't think that she could've known that I was actually asleep. That I'd gotten only 3 and a half hours of sleep the night before. And was completely exhausted. There's no way to communicate that, when you're dead asleep.

Rehearsal went well. We ran a new form, based upon our pre-conceptions of the new TV show "Heroes" and I can't BELIEVE how well it worked. 30 minutes into it, we hit a logical ending. EVERYONE had really funny bits in it. And it was AMAZING how coherent the piece was. Very little contradiction, if any. Afterwards, we all thought, "Holy Christ, that was our first run through. And we could've charged people money and presented that. Holy Christ. That was unusually good." I think it will become our Halloween show.

This is post #198 of this blog. Which I started, in early January.
Today is day #265 of this calendar year.
Of the 42nd week of the calendar year.
Since I'm usually not on this blog on the weekends, I typically post when I'm at work. Which is Mon. - Fri. of any given week.
There have been 210 weekdays this year.
I have very nearly posted a single entry in this blog, once a day, every weekday, for almost an entire year. (Somedays I miss an entry. Somedays, I post two or three. I think it all works out in the wash.)
In the end, I'm very nearly keeping a steady pace here. How interesting is that?
Only moderately, I think.

Ryan's right. His theory about women is spot on. And I'm suffering frustration and confusion these days, because I didn't understand or live by his particular theory, until now. When in doubt, ask Ryan. He's got this particular mystery figured out.

I love PostSecret. But sometimes, it is a one-two punch to the soul. Sometimes, it really, really brings me down.

Listen up, Comcast. I am READY to see these new graphically-enhanced episodes of Start Trek: TOS. So, start fucking showing them, already! Stupid unreliable television schedule!

Computers change, here at work, on Friday. I'm ready. This work computer is completely clean. I have a single CD disk that has all of my old personal data on it. Friday will be the end, though, of my existence on the Bee Board and of weekday additions to this blog. All future posts here will come in the evenings. So, look for that.

Because I don't WANT a MySpace page. That's why. I probably won't ever have one. There are SOME people that I actually want to hide from.

Fuck, I'm running out of steam. The two paragraphs that I just attempted to write and deleted, were stillborns. So, I'll end this now with a singular visual image that you can enjoy.

On Saturday afternoon, alone at home, I stuck a pumpkin on my head and wandered around the house a bit, practicing my creepy, scarecrow walk. The pumpkin was a perfect fit and will, I think, work out just fine. I just need to figure out how to illuminate it from within and I'm golden.

Cheers,
Mr.B